Yesterday morning it was foggy and dark. The sun came out in the afternoon, and wow! The icy landscape really sparkled. Donning my cool and stylish Yaktrax, I went out for a second time with my macro lens to take some pictures. Sadly, my battery ran dead after just three shots. But to say more about the Yaktrax...what a great device.
We have just as much ice this morning, and so I'll probably try to get out again today if I can.
The rest of the day yesterday was spent sewing. I have eight blocks and 16 of 20 snowflakes quilted with the metallic thread now. Just the four corner blocks are left, and I'm thinking I can get them finished today. I'm going so much faster with the ruler template now, and I'm really liking it. My lines aren't perfect, but they're pretty darned close. Also today I'm going to try to get some housework done. Having Mike here has been a big distraction, although I can't really say why. I think I just pause to chat with him more often when he's here, and it makes it hard to stick to the task at hand.
The kitties are doing a little better every day. Maggie was out of her room almost all afternoon yesterday. She has a little retreat under the couch where she can see all the goings-on without having to endure any sneak attacks. Smitty sits and watches her. He seems to get his back up first thing in the morning when he first lays eyes on her, as if to say, "What? Are you still here???!!" This morning I shook the squirt bottle of water in his face, and he simmered down immediately. He doesn't mind getting soaking wet in the rain, but he absolutely hates the squirt bottle.
So a little while ago, I went into her room to check on her and fill her food bowl. Before opening the door, I shook the bottle in his face again. He sat politely just outside and she was just inside and saw him. She actually took a few steps toward him before retreating behind a door where they could both watch one another. Nobody growled or snarled, so that was a good sign. Smitty always takes a long morning nap in his He Man Woman Hater's Clubhouse, and so while he's in there, we've been letting her roam the house. We shut his door from the downstairs so that we can control their access to one another and check occasionally to see if he's come out. When he comes out, they sit in the position in that picture. We're making progress, and that's what counts.
Last week I broke down and purchased the wearable Fitbit Flex to go with the app on my phone. The phone was working fine, but only if I carried it with me at all times, and that was a pain. I got the wrist band and monitored my steps for a week. Mike and I had the David Letterman discussion of "Is it anything?" Was I doing anything aside from counting my steps? And to what end?
After a brief Facebook exchange with a friend, I decided to set an actual goal of walking 10,000 steps per day, but I'm afraid my daily activities were going to fall far short of that goal. Yesterday I decided I'd try walking three 10-minute bursts on the treadmill. Here's the thing about dedicated exercise: It bores the living sh*t out of me. You know I tried doing 30-minute sessions last year and I just about killed myself with boredom. Besides, it caused my knee to get inflamed again, and that is a big problem. Ten minutes is much more doable, and so I did it three times yesterday. Combined with my regular activities, it only got me up to about 8,500 steps. Not bad, but I've decided I can probably force myself to do an additional 10-minute burst, for a total of four per day. Today, I'll give it a try. My Facebook friend tells me it's a rule that I have to raise my arms in a "Touchdown!" signal when I reach my goal. Maybe today...Wish me luck.